[HP] 47 Days Transformation

If you stay here for ten or twenty years, you will become very powerful. "

"No, it's too long." Tom stood on the incomparably precious crystal rough, looking at the lonely island with squinted eyes. His eyes were darker than midnight.No one could understand what he was planning, not even the snake who followed him all the time could guess.

Snake didn't have the heart to think about it so much, but just focused on how to solve this problem for Tom.

"Oh! By the way, Tom, if a wizard is used to make an infernal corpse, the resulting infernal corpse will be much more powerful." The snake was stunned, and quickly told Tom.

When the child heard what the snake said, the first thing that flashed in his mind was Harry's face.So far, Harry is the only wizard he knows.

Tom narrowed his eyes and firmly crossed Harry's name off the list.

The corpse at the bottom of the water was disturbed by something, and stuck its head out. Its bony and thin body was like a mummy with viscous corpse fluid, and its corroded face could not make any more expressions, so it could only keep dying. The muscles in the front were twisted in fear, and there were two big holes where the eyeballs should have been.

The child put his hands in his pockets with a deep expression.

He... didn't want Harry to become an Inferi, at least, his beautiful eyes and beautiful smile shouldn't turn into the disgusting look in front of him.

"Then... where can I find a wizard?"

The snake shrank its head, and its voice was a little weaker: "I don't know." Its genetic memory told it that its ancestors lived in the big forest next to the magic world, and had never stepped out of the magic world. It is impossible to know how to enter the wizarding world from the Muggle world.As for how it came to London, it does not know.

"I think... you can ask Harry to take you there."

Harry?The child pursed his lips.

Harry is a good talker, and he has endless patience with children.

"Of course." The young man smiled and rolled his eyes. He had just woken up, his hair was still messy, and his already messy bangs were even more messy, revealing his smooth forehead and that strange scar.Tom wondered how that scar got there, but instinct told him it was best not to ask.

Listening to the child's request, Harry couldn't help thinking of the scene when he went to Diagon Alley for the first time. From the Muggle world to the ignorant and magical world of magic, his irrepressible sense of curiosity and excitement overwhelmed the whole memory. Rendered beautifully, every frame is a warm honey-orange hue that Harry misses so much.

"The first time I was shown to Diagon Alley was really, really wonderful." Harry said in his coat.Even if it was a thick cotton coat, it didn't look bloated at all on this man's body.

Tom raised an eyebrow. This was the first time Harry was talking about his childhood.

"Harry, didn't you grow up in a wizarding family?" Tom raised his head and asked, carefully observing the slightest expression fluctuation on the young man's face.

The young man was silent for a moment, then smiled cheerfully: "No, I grew up in a Muggle family. Muggles are people who don't know magic."

"Aren't your parents wizards?"

"...they are wizards, very powerful wizards."

"Then why did you grow up in a Muggle family?" The child approached step by step, as if trying to pierce the smile on Harry's face completely.

Harry stared blankly at the calm face of the child beside him, and hurriedly licked his lips: "The light is green, let's go."

Tom's dark eyes flickered, and he stopped talking.

Harry smiled bitterly, how could he grow up in Muggle parents?Because mom and dad are gone.Why did you leave?Because you gave them an Avada.It was only at this time that Harry remembered that the child standing in front of him was the future Voldemort, the future enemy.

"Harry, when will we arrive?" The seven-year-old's expression of anticipation and excitement was reflected on Harry's retina.

Harry took a deep breath, and also showed a smile, slightly joking: "It's still a long time!"

Future Voldemort, future enemy.But at least, he is still a child now, his heart still belongs to the tenderness of a child, and their hope has not been completely annihilated.

A shabby, unsightly pub in Charing Cross Road, Westminster, London.If Harry hadn't led him straight to open the door, he would have even ignored this humble shop.

Tom followed Harry, watching Harry deftly walk through the down-and-out wizards in strange clothes, around the dirty bar, and towards the rooftop behind the bar.

"That's a Muggle? Wearing Muggle clothes! But Muggles can't find it here." The yellow-toothed old wizard leaned on the bar, looked at it with relish, and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.The old wizard turned his head and shouted at the busy hunchbacked old man behind the bar, "Tom! Have another drink!"

The child who was following Harry stiffened for a moment, his eyes froze, and he glanced at the wizard who was shouting loudly.

"You want to pay on credit again?" the old man muttered, impatiently filled the cup and threw it to the wizard.The cup swirls in the air, and the wine splashed in the air returns to the cup.

The name Tom cannot be more common. Three out of ten British people are named Tom.The child sneered, and took note of the appearance of the hunchbacked old man.

Tom?Ah.

Harry obviously also heard the word 'Tom', and he couldn't help but patted the child's thin shoulders, showing a beautiful smile: "It doesn't matter if your name is Tom or Sam, you are you." It doesn't matter whether your name is Tom or Voldemort , and you are all you.

"Thank you." The child thanked sullenly, but the expression on his face still looked unhappy.

Harry couldn't help but find it funny, and couldn't help reaching out and rubbing Tom's neatly combed hair again: "Be happy, we're almost at Diagon Alley!"

Tom knows what is enough and enough is enough to win sympathy and love too much.He looked around calmly, but couldn't help frowning.This place is the patio of the bar.In less than [-] square meters, there is only a trash can in the corner, and even the wall is made of red mud bricks, which is very old.

Harry stepped forward and tapped a brick on the wall.

"Count three on the bin, and two across the way," Harry told Tom softly.

Harry took two steps back. Immediately afterwards, all the bricks moved and moved back extremely quickly, revealing the real world behind the wall.

Lively, noisy, crowded, real, magical, and completely belong to their world.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley." Harry stood aside and said to the child with a smile, just like what Hagrid said to him with a smile back then, full of pride, happiness, and joy of returning.

Tom was also rarely taken aback.The child looked at the young man beside him, with the eighteenth-century house as the background, his smile seemed to be dyed with a soft magnificence.

Humans always have fledgling feelings, just as Harry always values ​​Hagrid who brought him into the wizarding world.The child couldn't tell what was growing in his heart at this moment, but he was really hit, and his soul began to shake and tremble.

☆, September 2001, 1

"Are you ready, my loyal subordinate?" The blood-like pupils glowed faintly in the darkness, and the no longer terrifying but still pale skin glowed with a marble-like luster.

The dark subjects crawling under the throne prostrated with fanatical admiration: "MyLord!"

"Well." The king in the darkness gave a chuckle inexplicably, got up from the throne, accompanied by the thick-thighed boa constrictor, and withdrew from the meeting.

This world will be his.

He leisurely stepped out of the splendid conference hall, and when he heard the sound of Nagini gliding by his feet, he had the illusion of peace for a while.

calm?He immediately sneered again.In the eyes of the Duke of Darkness, there is only the silence brought about by fear and destruction, and there is no peace.

It was the darkest hour before the dawn, and it was the Dark Lord's favorite time.Endless disappointment, fear, and gloom are highlighted at this time, and he is like a vampire who feeds on fear, wandering around during this period.

It won't be long before the magic world will be completely shrouded in darkness, time will be frozen at this moment, and there will never be dawn.He smiled ferociously, no matter how handsome his face was, it would be distorted by the darkness within, making it terrifying.

Yes, not for long.The so-called savior won't last long, the Boy Who Lived?One day he will die under a green light, breaking the ridiculous miracle of "survive".

He squinted his eyes contentedly, the desire for blood and life aroused the killing intent dormant in his bone marrow, his pale fingers could not help but rest on the knuckles of the elder wand, caressing them carefully.

He can feel the power in his body becoming stronger and stronger, and his thinking is gradually calming down, because the soul piece is gradually merging, and he is reaching perfection.

No one knew Horcruxes better than him, not even that old Orange Peel who had been dead for nearly four years.

Horcruxes symbolize eternal life, immortal souls, and their only disadvantage is that they disperse power.That old orange peel probably never imagined that the devil who is keen on immortality would fuse soul slices on a whim, right?

The Demon King grinned.

He just suddenly became obsessed with the state of being full of strength all over his body, and dealt with the so-called weakness severely and decisively.

Thinking of the weakness, the Duke of Darkness instantly turned cold and stern.

Dreamland is the scene where weaknesses are most easily exposed.And in the dream that exposed his deepest weakness, it seemed to be deliberately shielded by something, the white picture, the buzzing noise, but his panic at that time was extremely real, like a flood flooding the sky, with a kind of drowning of suffocation.The fear came inexplicably, and it was even more painful.

Ever since he started making Horcruxes, he has never had too much emotional ups and downs.In addition to immortality, the second function of the Horcrux is to remove the emotional fluctuations in the memory.He stripped his experiences and feelings, stuffed the joy, pain, sadness, warmth...all the useless emotions he had felt into the horcrux, and used the calmest attitude to browse through his mind from the strangest angle in memory.

Because of this, it is even more suspicious.Why do emotions that should not appear in memory suddenly appear in dreams?He was keenly aware of the anomaly—something existed, and quietly erased his memory of the so-called weakness.

The Dark Lord will never allow himself to have weaknesses, let alone unknown weaknesses.

He wanted to search for that weakness, to search for the emotion of fear in his memory, so he began to fuse the Horcrux.

The deep darkness has gradually faded away, and the dawn has faintly risen from the sky. The feeling of the light being absorbed into the pupils of the eyes made the Duke of Darkness unbearable. He turned around quickly, and the unchanging black robe set off an arc.

"Nagini, go back to your room." Voldemort ordered coldly.He urgently needs a place filled with darkness, and the slightest bit of light makes him feel uncomfortable like an allergy.

He hates light.It is precisely because he hates the light that he has a deep pain for the savior.

Even though the sun is shining outside the window, the inside of the house is just dark and gloomy.

A dark duke's bedroom that doesn't need light.

The duke didn't care how expensive the quilt was, but his subordinates presented the best in fear, and he just nodded indifferently, only fanatical about war and power.

He was awakened by a dream.Voldemort frowned and sat up on the bed.

This is the sequelae of fused Horcruxes.He yanked the wand in his hand angrily, and threw everything in the room apart from the bed.

The sequelae of horcrux fusion were nothing more than emotional fluctuations in all memories. He once again felt the emotions he had always considered cowardly in his dream, hope, obsession, and sadness.

Incorporating the soul piece in Ravenclaw's diadem, he began to gradually remember all the emotions he remembered after the age of 25.At that time, he applied to stay at Hogwarts again, but called back with the excuse of 'lack of experience'. From full of confidence to disappointment and anger, he resolutely walked away on the road of the dark wizard.

He loved Hogwarts, any wizard who grew up at Hogwarts would fall in love with it.But when he, who has always been arrogant and paranoid, tried to reciprocate for the first time, Hogwarts closed the door to him.

The handsome Demon King calmed down, and smiled contemptuously and arrogantly.

And now, Hogwarts is nothing more than a tool controlled by him to suppress the savior.Sure enough, power gets everything.

He stood up and pulled on his well-tailored black robe.The demon king who has returned is no longer the previous appearance of being human but not human, with a tall and slender body and powerful limbs. Over 70 years old, compared to the 300-year lifespan of a wizard, it is only a prime of life.

"Lord," the Death Eater in the cloak walked straight to the Demon King's throne, bowed respectfully, then raised his head, looking at Voldemort with fanaticism and reverence.That face was the captive who was captured by Ron and the others!

"Well, I'm back." The devil narrowed his eyes and smiled cruelly, "How is it?"

The Death Eater started to giggle: "Our savior has been very busy recently, he only shows up once a week. I saw him yesterday as thin as the wind. I thought it was some big guy who fucked him like this haggard."

The other Death Eaters immediately burst into laughter.The savior and that big Ron were inseparable, but they were the stuff of jokes.

After laughing, the Death Eater still completed the task, and made a detailed map of the internal situation he had inquired about, and presented it to Voldemort.Getting the map and figuring out the opponent's strength is basically half the battle.

"En." The Demon King was not in a hurry.

"Lord, this is a good time for us to get rid of Harry Potter!" The Death Eaters were already eager to try.

Voldemort sat on his throne, cruelly split the corners of his mouth, put his tongue between his teeth, and let out a hiss that belonged to snakes.

Harry Potter, how can you die easily?

The Death Eaters listened ecstatically to the airflow from the Dark Lord's mouth. Even if they were not of Slytherin origin, they understood what it was - Parseltongue - the best sign of a Slytherin descendant.

The Death Eaters saluted one after another, as devout as religious believers.

The future cannot be controlled, and even the fate chart is helpless.

The flow of time is like a ring, the future buckles the past.Now it is one end of the ring, connected by the space-time jumper, is the other end of the ring.On the other side, it was dusk.

"How about a night at the Leaky Cauldron?" Harry suggested.Although the distance from the Leaky Cauldron to home was not very far, seeing the child's reluctance but pretending to be nonchalant, Harry counted the few silver Sickles left in his pocket and decided to spend another extravagance.

"Okay." The child naturally nodded readily.

Harry chuckled, took the child's hand, and strode towards the Leaky Cauldron.

Tom obediently let Harry pull him, his irises and pupils were the same color, but he could still see the uneasiness and suppressed anger flickering in them.

Harry held him, almost all the way.

At first, because of the heavy traffic, Harry was afraid that he would get lost, so he stubbornly led him to squeeze out a path.But gradually, the meaning changed.He held his hand, refusing to let go, for fear that he would escape from his control, and carefully controlled him by his side, like surveillance, with precautions.

He could feel that from the first moment he stepped into the wizarding world, Harry had been wary of him intentionally or unconsciously.No, it should be said that Harry was always wary of him, but he was a little more wary when he stepped into the wizarding world.

The young man's palms wet with sweat were warm, and it was rare for him to be able to sweat because he was always cold, and even the hands of the child were not cold.But the temperature is like iron, sticking to the palm, leaving a scorched mark from the pain.

According to the law of children's always pretending, for Harry's close gesture, he should show a 'grateful' expression to maximize the benefits, but along the way, Tom didn't show anything.

He suddenly didn't want to.No matter how much he plays, Harry is still like this.Gentle on the outside, guarded on the inside.The child turned his head to look at the young man beside him, showing a mocking chuckle.

The astringent and numb feeling spread from the chest, fueling the anger like oil, and the taste of rust in the mouth was as greasy as blood.

Harry is a good cosplayer too, isn't he?Acting as a kind and gentle adoptive father, he is very defensive behind the scenes.That being the case, shouldn't he cooperate well?Tom smiled, restraining the ferocious expression on his face.

"Two rooms." Harry nodded to old Tom.

"Ten Sickles."

Harry froze for a moment, counting and counting the jingling coins in his pocket, there were only eight silver Sickles and a few copper Knuts.

Harry scratched his messy hair and smiled sheepishly: "Can I pay in Muggle currency?"

Old Tom glanced at them both: "No."

Harry, who was rejected sharply, touched his nose embarrassingly.

"Let's live in one room." The child standing behind the young man said, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to live there.

Suddenly, Harry took out five silver Sickles from his pocket.

"Not enough money." Old Tom poured a glass of wine, passed it to the other guests, and glanced at the money in Harry's hand.

"what?"

"Six Sickles a room."

Love two ten silver Sickles or a preferential price?Harry laughed, and took another one out of his pocket.

Wizarding hotels are much more comfortable than Muggle hotels.There are at least the Space Expansion Charm and the Warming Charm a series of home spells.

After walking for a day, even adults should be tired, let alone this seven-year-old child.Harry sat on the edge of the bed, brushing the child's hair from his forehead.

Only when the child fell asleep, could he let go of all his worries, treat Tom as his own child, and take a closer look at it.Harry couldn't help the young man's mischievousness. He stretched out his fingers and pulled the corner of the child's mouth, making all kinds of strange shapes. He didn't let go until the child frowned uncomfortably.

He didn't dare to bring this child to the wizarding world, and he couldn't judge whether his behavior was right or not.He was afraid of too many things, afraid that he saw the word 'black magic' from Lihen Bookstore, afraid that he stumbled into the alley by mistake, afraid of him... In fact, there was nothing to be afraid of. Isn't the bad result that nothing has changed?It's just that he hopes that the process will be slower, slower.

Probably because he was too impulsive, he wanted Tom too much to find his own world like himself at that time, and not to confirm to him again and again: Are we really not monsters?

Seventy years later, Voldemort is still the same, cold, cruel, and even stronger and more cunning.Harry, too, was getting more and more anxious.He smiled wryly and rubbed the child's hair.

He suddenly began to worry, when he came to the point where he had to confront Tom, could he still treat him as an enemy?

Listening to the sigh in his ear, Tom tried to breathe slowly, feeling the temperature from the top of his head.

The child fell asleep without knowing it.

☆, September 1938, 9

"Is everything packed?" Harry pushed the cart, which was piled with large and small suitcases, and there was even a cage with an owl on it.

Standing beside him, Tom, who was between the child and the teenager, nodded with a straight face and pursed his lips.

"Hey! Be happy! I didn't know how happy I was when I was in school." The young man looked at the boy's uncertain face and joked with a smile.

Young Tom stopped suddenly.

Harry couldn't help but stop, and looked back at the child standing behind him suspiciously.

"...Can't you come with me?" The child's dark eyes reminded Harry of the deepest night sky, the darker it was, the more obvious were the hopes and the stars.

Harry stood three steps away from the child, watching the child quietly, the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

He couldn't stop Tom from entering the wizarding world, and he couldn't stop his way to Hogwarts. He couldn't predict how he would grow up in Hogwarts, but at least the kid would stop and ask— — you can't come with me?

Harry's smile widened a bit, and there were soft lines of laughter at the corners of his eyes.

"Stupid, do you still need to take your parents with you to school?"

The child is like a cooled water heater, frowning and not making a sound.

In fact, they didn't look like parents and children at all. If Harry put on a school uniform, no one would doubt him if he was a sixth or seventh grader.Tom once wondered why Harry's appearance hadn't changed a bit in six years?Probably because of magic.The child did not dwell on the problem.

The brick-red locomotive next to him spewed out a jet of steam and neighed "Bi". Looking at the watch on his wrist, it was only three minutes before ten o'clock.

"Go up, remember to change into your school uniform on the train." Harry patted the child on the shoulder, urging him to get on the train.He thought about it, hesitated for a moment, and said again, "Get along well with your classmates... and don't bully your classmates!"

Tom didn't speak all the time, just looked at Harry and listened to all his instructions quietly.

"It's time, get in the car."

Tom didn't move.The child was silent for a while, then raised his head, and asked seriously: "I'm going to school, what about you?"

"Of course I'm waiting for you to come back."

The child looked deeply at Harry, and suddenly showed an extremely beautiful smile, imitating the gentleness of Harry's smile, which made people feel like spring breeze.But only the child knows in his heart how paranoid and sinister the teeth are showing from the grinning mouth under the smile.

He said, wait for you to come back.

The train no longer bumps and wobbles as it did when it first started, but moves forward smoothly.Outside the window is Yimapingchuan, which is so wide that it makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Tom sat by the window, looking out of the window, but rubbing his fingers on his wrist, but it was a pity that the wrist was smooth.The snake was sent halfway by him to guard the Yin corpse in that hole.Without this snake, I am really not used to it.

"Freshman?" Another person in the box asked.

As soon as Tom turned his head, his eyes were stung.Shiny hair, shiny wands, shiny buttons, shiny shoes...

"You don't even say hello when you see the senior?" The person came over frivolously, and deliberately slid his hand over the child's face.

In fact, it is not as exaggerated as Tom described, at least in the eyes of others, Abraxas Malfoy's attire should be noble as it should be.Platinum hair with a well-maintained shawl, a slim-fit white shirt, and handsome high riding boots.

Tom stared at the man, not responding to the fingers resting on his face.

"It's really boring." Seeing that he didn't respond, Abraxas shrugged in disappointment and sat back.

The child grinned.Harry wasn't there, and he didn't have to hide the malice in his smile—one more second, and he might have chopped that finger off at the root.

"Malfoy, you're so boring." Said a girl sitting on the other side, turning a page of the book without even looking up.

Abraxas returned to his seat, leaned back, and fell on the soft seat: "Yeah, it's so boring."

Malfoy slumped in his seat, seemingly indifferent, but his eyes lingered unobtrusively on the new student.Malfoy's intuition told him that this new student...was not easy.

Naturally, Malfoy would not jump to conclusions so hastily.Before the train started, through the window, Abraxas naturally saw Tom standing in front of the young man, silent and obedient.After leaving the sight of the young man, the freshman's aura instantly became terrifying.It's like... taking the mold off of the wolf.

Let the wolf go back to the mountain...

Malfoy shrugged and closed his eyes.

This kind of character, no matter how you think about it, should belong to Slytherin.

"There will be four houses, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff." Harry introduced him to Hogwarts every minute and every child remembers it clearly, including him He hesitated for half a second when he mentioned "Slytherin".

Slytherin?The child's thoughts flicked across the word, but was keenly captured by the hat on his head.

"You want to go to Slytherin?"

Tom glanced around and found that the teachers and students around him didn't respond to the voice at all.

"I'm in your head," said the hat, paused, and then began to yell again, "Hey! The brat just told me to get out!"

Tom stopped talking, but the hat chattered.

"Are you really going to Slytherin? With your mixed blood status, maybe... Holdon!" The voice of the male duck in his head suddenly rose, and then paused, "Merlin! You are...! How can we not separate you To Slytherin!"

Before Tom could react, the hat yelled—"Slytherin!"

Naturally, Harry would not take the initiative to talk to Tom about the rules and regulations of Slytherin. Tom, who did not live in the wizarding world, naturally did not know the difference between Slytherin, but there was a lot of applause that could not be raised. The child knew that he unwelcome.

The child in the black wizard robe looked even taller.Black jade-like hair, handsome facial features, and a viciousness that has not been restrained since leaving Harry, everything is undoubtedly in line with Slytherin's aesthetics, but all the Slytherins are sitting on the seats, unlike the one next door. Gryffindor welcomed the new students in a noisy crowd.

Tom took the vacant place at the long table, but no one offered to greet him.

"Riddle? I haven't heard of this surname in pure-blood families." Instead, the person sitting opposite Tom spoke.

"I haven't heard of it in the wizarding family." Someone interrupted.

"Could it be a Mudblood?" A girl sneered.

Tom couldn't understand, so naturally he didn't care. Compared to this, he cared more about the words that the Sorting Hat didn't say.

"You are..." What is he?

"How can you not be assigned to Slytherin?" Why must he be assigned to Slytherin?

The Sorting Hat knew him, not just his name, but something deeper...like who he was.Remove the superficial name, trace the blood, who is he?

The Slytherin lounge is undoubtedly luxurious.Exquisitely carved fireplaces, suspended ceilings, and brilliant crystal lamps all show off the enviable assets of all Slytherins.

"Very well, I hope you have a good time in Slytherin." The fifth-year prefect crossed his arms and looked at the freshmen standing in front of him with their hands tied up, "Next is the traditional Hogwarts training time."

"'We came from the quagmire, we were power hungry, we were ambitious, we were strong and calm, we were graceful, we never regretted it, we were Slytherins.' That's the house motto. Of course, we always only remember the first half. We hunger for power, we are full of ambition."

The prefect paused, and broke into a sinister smile: "Compared with the academy training, I like this sentence better - no matter what method is used, no matter how much the loss is, as long as it can win, it is an honor."

Tom stood among the freshmen, the green Slytherin crest freshly painted on his left breast.Hearing these words, the child smacked his lips, and the familiar smell of blood seemed to spread in his mouth again, which made him miss it very much.

No matter what method you use, no matter how much you lose, as long as you can win, it is an honor.

Slytherin, the surface is as bright as their clothes, but the inside is rotten, cunning, paranoid, selfish, reckless, and unscrupulous.

The child's obsidian-like eyes refracted the green light cast by the crystal lamp, flashing madness.

He likes this place very much.

"Lord?" The Death Eaters looked at the king on the throne and suddenly paused, as if... in a daze?

Voldemort recovered from his trance, narrowed his eyes, and ordered his subordinates: "Continue."

The black-haired, red-eyed demon king rested his chin on his throne, recalling the words that flashed through his mind just now.

"No matter what method you use, no matter how much you lose, as long as you can win, it is an honor."

Regardless of why he suddenly remembered this sentence, the Demon King was just suddenly aroused with a bloodthirsty desire.

"Get ready, let's go now and play with the savior." Voldemort interrupted his subordinates, stood up from his seat, and his slightly hoarse and cold tone was full of killing.

The Death Eaters erupted at the words.

Slytherin doesn't like to plan and attack, and he doesn't like wars where he can get out of the way.They can kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred, and they can hurt both sides.No matter how much you lose, as long as you can win.

If Gryffindor is just impulsive and reckless, then Slytherin is paranoid and crazy.

Harry sat at his desk, hesitant to write a letter for Tom, but when the ink from the quill's nose dripped onto the parchment, he didn't think about what to write.

Forget it, anyway...he'll be back with Tom before Christmas to put up the tree.Harry smiled and put his pen down.

Harry pulled out the silver chain from his clothes, held the hourglass warmed by his body temperature, flicked it lightly, and the surrounding scenery began to retreat rapidly.

It's time to go back again.

The fate board sits behind the chessboard, pointing at will.One fall and overturn the whole situation.

☆, November 1938

December 1938.The sky has begun to snow, and it is December of the year again.God seems to be particularly fond of the season of winter, and even stays in London for a long time with winter, skipping the end of autumn and beginning of winter from the end of October and directly entering the cold winter.

Hogwarts has long been covered by white snow, a vast expanse of white, even in the middle of the night, it can reflect a few gleams of light, half-illuminating the entire castle.

It was very quiet in the castle.Almost everyone was asleep, and even the ghosts remained silent and maintained the habits they had developed during their lifetime. Probably only Peeves jumped up and down impatiently, but not many people (ghosts) were willing to pay attention to him.

But the fire in the Slytherin common room was still burning.The charcoal in the closet was not burning hot, but the crackling sound made by frying the charcoal was not small.

Tom sat at the position closest to the fire, staring at the parchment spread in front of him, with a hardened expression suppressing the irritability and anger that could not be expressed in words.

Hogwarts is a fully enclosed school of magic, and there seems to be no other way to connect with the outside world other than using those stupid and inefficient owls to send messages.

Tom looked coldly at the owl standing on the candlestick trembling and wishing he could curl himself up into a ball, and he tightly clenched the quill in his hand.

There was a crisp "click", and the fingertips were cold and wet.The pen was pressed in half by him abruptly.

The boy was silent for a moment before pulling out his wand, and the quill returned to its original state with a sound of "Restore to original".

Taking a deep breath, Tom stiffly controlled his increasingly ferocious expression, and wrote fiercely.

"Harry:"

Every stroke is extremely hard, and the ink seeping from the pen tip can't wait to soak the back of the paper.The boy's handsome facial features twisted again, but they were immediately suppressed forcibly.Tom continued to write.

"This is the No.12 letter I wrote. If you see it, please reply."

Yes, No.12.From entering school on September [-]st to the beginning of December now, he sent a total of twelve letters with owls.But obviously, no reply was received.No matter how many vicious ways Tom had in his heart to vent his anger, he could only suppress his anxiety and speak stiffly and calmly.At least, he is not capable yet.

"I was sorted into Slytherin. I've written that sentence twelve times. Slytherin's lounge is low, so it's very cold in Slytherin in winter. Don't you know it's cold in your place? Yes, you will Use the Warming Charm, it's a pity we haven't learned how to cast the Warming Charm yet."

Tom snorted, amused by his own lie, and twirled his wand with the other hand, casting a perfect Warming Charm.

If Harry saw this passage, how would he react?I will probably send him warm clothes, quilts and the like as soon as possible, and there will be gestures and incantations for casting the heat preservation spell.

But I don't know if he can read this passage?Thinking of this, the child's softened expression suddenly turned cold again.

Tom remembers being on the platform, that